Tomorrow is Another Day

Suffice it to sayTomorrow will resurrect itselfFrom the slow choke of yesterdayThe dawn will reveal its artificeFrom the remnants leftAnd once born—Poems will form on the pages tornAnd music will be madeFrom the former’s heavy maladyI will dance on the graves it laidI will pirouette on the stages it setFor this is a form of […]

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there was/is no grid

My newest video-clip montage is an unapologetic exploration of the strange and fascinating relationship between anatomy and technology. There are so many parallels – both breathtaking and unsettling at times. Even nature is a machine. ||featured song: “Cascades” by Metric ||featured image: “Sexy Robot 8” by Hajime Sorayama Disclaimer: I own neither the rights to […]

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The Wildflower

— The wildflower learned To become a woman And the woman learned To save the world And the world learned Nothing In return Because the world Is a dystopian sort of dysplasia The world is the daze of the geisha With her lips affixed tight To the opium pipe The world is the plight Of […]

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Wayfaring Patriot

O liberty, come to me As delphic as alchemy Perilous as harlequin’s grin Prodigal as Apollo’s sun A wayfaring patriot effectuate to none A wraith adorned in valor’s thorns As steeds flourish in victory’s wreath Phantom, sweet phantom Pain me, again and again Let me drink of thee If not for finality Let thy venom […]

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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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II

Which you Is actually True? And why Are there Two Of you? Are there More Of you In store? Even More Doors Than before? How many Encores Can one Girl endure? Which you Do you Prefer? Which one Is dilute? Is either One pure? Of the Two you That be Which one Is simplicity? Or […]

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| Whiskey Lullaby |

In an era of little more than mayhem Of rattlesnake bites and violent delights Of war cries and whiskey lullabies A duo stood prepared to duel Betwixt the gritty milieu Of makeshift tombstones Rotted driftwood crosses strewn Among precarious blooms of kingcup High noon rays unabashedly splayed Across the Mojave cliff sides Shadows loom like […]

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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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Feign Tame

Foxes do not wear collars As obedience is a purely menial task And collars are not conducive To one’s elusive cravings for mayhem Foxes are factually drawn to chaos Their favorite kind requires silence And bells are ruiners of stealth Jingles are the Achilles heel Of diabolical reveals Foxes can feign tame for a time […]

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To The Grave

In a overgrown field of narcoleptic poppies Sits a padlocked grave that couldn’t be picked By the most astute of smiths Cage of wrought iron Crowned in gargoyle lions Its derelict mechanisms Spiraled by ghostly butterflies Taxidermists try in vain To feign their grace These are mere Frankenstein’s of science  Garish replications of spectral flirtations What […]

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leones et agnos

If given the unfortunate choice Of playing the perpetual victim Or assuming the “undesirable” role Of the reprehensible villain Which would I take? Without the need to hesitate I would plainly state, “Quickly— fetch me my dagger and a goddamn cape.” If it pleases thee To burn me at the stake? That’s… actually great Fry […]

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I N V I C T U S

The taste of Invictus is that of unfiltered bliss An addictive acrid dulling to a perpetual sweet Candied honeycomb for the battle worn Rubicon lingers on the buds of the tongue As a florid crown bursting with laurels Whose leaves cling, indiscriminately To the weary foreheads dew Stoic tokens, not of superiority— But of blithe […]

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never ply paradox

never mistake a siren for a lullaby so say I by and by never be late to your own ego’s funeral nor hesitate to bend the knee before a Queen turned on by bloodshed off     with     his    head so say I by and by never ply paradox he who counts […]

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It’s so nice to see you again

“What the fox cannot reach he allows to hang.” — Greek Proverb   Empathy is a desert highway And there On the shoulder with hazard’s flashing Conviction, my most reliable lover Awaits me with the engine idling Flicking nickels, errantly Into a tarnished ashtray He’s bucket seat restless Cracks his spine to pass the time […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Because it isn’t words.

A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So – he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts I mean specifically Chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition Of words, of reckoning and calculating   I’m not saying that thinking is bad […]

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everything’s roses

The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats — ‘O words are lightly spoken,’  Said Pearse to Connolly,  ‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  ‘It needs to be but watered,’  James Connolly replied,  ‘To make the green come out again  […]

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Let Them Have It

And if the bleak are to inherit the earth? Then I say, friends, Let them have it For they shall be in fine company Among the filth and degradation Reeking of havoc The flawed machinations Of the emotionally inept Let them have it Let them have their vapid domain Of trauma and dichotomy For this […]

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I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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of rambling roses

born in the fever dreams of Degas dainty brushstroke delineations conceived surreptitiously on a canvas of ephemeral linen heavy with striated tenderness in the pallor of blushing brides petite parfum ballerinas their arabesque stems gathered in enormous, trussed bouquets  bespoke of cherubs the ceremonials of flowers an unspoken dowry of buds clutched for the sake of […]

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